Monday Morning Offering: 3/5

Sunday

This Monday morning, Lord,I offer you the prayer that groans in my gut,searching for words, longing to be spoken,slow to come to speech...

I offer you the prayer that haunts my heart,hunting a place to call home, searching out a cornerwhere longings and desires long unfulfilledseek the respite of a soul's restful harborwhere hope might be refreshed...

I offer you the prayer that's on the tip of my tonguebut for which all my words seem lacking,unworthy, not up to the burden ofbearing a soul's cry from its secret depthsto the heights of your glory...

I offer you the prayers I deem selfish or foolish;the prayers I think too small to matteror too large to be answered...

I offer you the prayers I've neglected,the ones I find difficult to speakeven when the words are at handand I know I need to use them...

I offer you the prayersyour Spirit longs to speak within me:thoughts, intuitions, wordsall planted long ago,waiting to bud and bloom, to blurt from my heart,breaking the silence that doubt and fear impose...

I offer you the prayers that lie within me,living to be whispered, spoken, criedand shouted from my heart to yours...

Teach me, Lord,to know that trusting you've heard my prayer is a greater grace, by far,than your answering any of my prayersas I would have you answer...